I don't smoke, but sometimes I need a long drag

Dante looked at him a moment, needing to take in the question. He didn't quite have the poet's soul that Nishu displayed and it made the words hard to absorb. "Ah.... She's light, yes." He hadn't gotten a terribly good look and didn't remember her eye color. He hadn't gotten a name from her either, which in retrospect might have been a good idea. Nothing to do about it now.

"I can take you to her if you want. She'll need help moving. You might need more assistance." He wasn't sure how this pack operated or what their numbers were like, but doubtless the man would appreciate help when it came to getting her home and Dante didn't want to spare one of his own unless it was absolutely necessary to get them gone.